Just 5 K.Meh. Those were my thoughts yesterday when I had set out for a good 10k. It was windy, and my day was shorter than I needed it to be. I cut the run in half, and felt this defeat hit me. Stupid 5 k.
Then that remarkable thing happened. A memory of my first few weeks into my running life a few years ago. I had no gear, just motivation to change. k's, splits, negative splits, PRs, these were not in my vocabulary. To run 5 km in those days, would have been the awesome conquering of life. 5 km in my life would be the ultimate victory. I remember mapping how far I had gone, and realized "hey, that was 3 km!" What a glorious feeling!
And this 5 km. Nailed it. Got er done. It was my conquer for the day. Success, I realize is in the eyes of the process. How far have you come? Where are you going? Do you feel defeated? Wind against you? Need to pull back? Is your pullback what was once your miracle? To someone just beginning, who is seeing that obstacle of the time ahead with both dread and wonder at their newest conquest, your "pullback" is an amazing inspiration.
TAKE THAT 5 K! KAPOW!
